When I was a child and looked up to the sky, I felt drawned up by « blackholes » in space and end-less vortexes were nothing can escape from. At that age, somnambulism ( ou sleepwalking) crisis and being sucked up , kept on haunting my nightmares. And since then, I am still threatened by this idea of being swallowed and disappear in these maelstroms. These 2 memories are part of daily artist’s life. These feelings are in constant move ...